Thursday Thoughts

 

The only gardener before me was my maternal grandfather.  The garden was a wraparound on three sides of the house the front garden was edged with privet, as most gardens were in those days.  The side garden was lawn with a circular bed in the middle housing a large shrub - but in the war years this part of the garden was dug over and vegetables planted - grandfather told me he used to stand guard over it as thieves were at large pinching his prized produce. The back garden was planted with patriotic plant colours red white and blue - salvia alyssum and lobelia the law was edged with bricks in crenellated form - there was a hen house also from the war years and a huge rhubarb patch which grandmother used to make rhubarb and date pie from and also we were given sticks of it to dip in newspaper cones filled with sugar. After his death in the 70’s the garden was neglected as grandmother couldn’t cope with it - when we visited my father would mow the grass unwillingly.  This garden still vivid in my memory.